Health and wellbeing, Melbourne, Writing

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A phone call startled me out of my reverie.

I’d been busying myself in the kitchen, squirrelled away inside my home, dreaming, in a way you can only do in a calm before a storm. The trill of the phone shook my fingertips. I almost dropped the oven tray.

It’s not good news. It’s not bad news. It’s the in-between type.

Things could be better, but they could be very, very worse.

I choose to see the bright side.

 

 

 

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